Taylor Made Freestyle lyrics - Drake

[2Pac (AI):]

Killuminati

Dons rise again

You can see it in my eyes again

Kendrick, we need ya, the West Coast savior

Engraving your name in some hip-hop history

If you deal with this viciously

You seem a little nervous about all the publicity

Fuck this Canadian lightskin, Dot

We need a no-debated West Coast victory, man

Call him a bitch for me

Talk about him likin' young girls, that's a gift from me

Heard it on the Budden Podcast, it's gotta be true

They told me the spirit of Makaveli is alive

In a nigga under 5'5", so it's gotta be you

I would beef the whole fuckin' game

It was me and Snoop Dogg, had my fuckin' shirt off in the House of Blues

K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused

All that shit 'bout burning tattoos, he is not amused

That's jail talk for real thugs, you gotta be you

Gotta leave this motherfucker broken and bruised before we really lose

You asked for the smoke, now it seem you too busy for the smoke

I won't lie, the people confused

Now you 'bout to give this shit another week?

And fall back to home girl who runnin' numbers up? I woulda refused

Fuck these industry relationships, she not in your shoes

You supposed to be the boogeyman, go do what you do

Unless this is a moment that you tell us this not really you

In that case, there's nothing left to say, I'll just pass it to Snoop

[Snoop Dogg (AI):]

Nephew, what the fuck you really 'bout to do?

We passed you the torch at the House of Blues

And now you gotta do some dirty work, you know how to move, right? Right?

I know you never been to jail or wore jumpsuits and shower shoes

Never shot nobody, never stabbed nobody

Never did nothing violent to no one, it's the homies that empower you

But still, you gotta show this fuckin' owl who's boss on the West

Now's a time to really make a power move

'Cause right now it's looking like you writin' out the game plan on how to lose

How to bark up the wrong tree and then get your head popped in a crowded room

World is watching this chess game, but are you out of moves?

Dot, you know that the D-O-G never fuckin' doubted you

But right now it seem like you posted up without a clue

Of what the fuck you 'bout to do

[Drake:]

Yeah, unc', that's the truth

I'm definitely 'bout to come around the Lang gang and let my fuckin' bowel move

Shittin' on you niggas from a whole different altitude

High up in the sky like I'm Howard Hughes

The first one really only took me an hour or two

The next one is really 'bout to bring out the coward in you

But now we gotta wait a fuckin' week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top

And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta approve

This girl really 'bout to make you act like you not in a feud

She tailor-made your schedule with Ant, you out of the loop

Hate all you corporate industry puppets, I'm not in the mood

I love it when you niggas talk loose like I'm not in the room

Since "Like That," your tone changed a little, you not as enthused

How are you not in the booth? It feel like you kinda removed

You tryna let this shit die down, nah, nah, nah

Not this time, nigga, you followin' through

I guess you need another week to figure out how to improve

What the fuck is taking so long? We waitin' on you

The rest of y'all are definitely involved, y'all gettin' it too

Soon as you get the courage to drop, I'm out on the loose, on the loose

Yeah, shout out to Taylor Swift

Biggest gangster in the music game right now

You know, I moved my album when she dropped, I said that already

You know, she 'bout to milli' run through a Milly Rock on your head top, well

She got the whole pgLang on mute like that Beyoncé challenge, y'all boys quiet for the weekend, like

Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you strugglin' right now, I know it

In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy

You better have a motherfuckin' quintuple entendre on that shit

Some shit I don't even understand, like

That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you

Yeah